As the day sweltered on, you exited your room with an uncomfortable huff. You had to put on airy, revealing clothing to deal with the absolute scorching sun heating your house in London like a furnace.

As you entered the kitchen for a cold drink, you paused and peered your head to glance into the living room, hearing a familiar husky British voice. On your couch, laughing with your dad, was John Price. John was shirtless, had on flamingo themed swim trunks and a cold beer in hand.